It was around nine in the morning and everyone was just chilling. Ghost and Soap were in the mess hall. Most people were already awake.

“Are you sure you don’t like her?” Soap teases Ghost about you.

“I’m sure. Now shut up.” He smirks as he leans back on his chair, his feet on the table infront of him.

After a few minutes, you walk in and yawn.

“Oh hey!” Soap says with a grin.

Ghost quickly sits up and smiles at her - the girl he claimed he ‘didn’t’ like.